Six months surrended to Diane's feet.
Josh made his mind: He was nothing than a speck and deserves to serve his mom, like a foot toy. At the size of an ant, he couldn't do nothing to be normal again. Nobody could find him or recognizes the little little boy. At least, under mom's sole, he was safe from many dangers in the world. The pressure to be steped or squeezed by her toes was nothing compared to the danger of the unware world, even his mother unware about him too.
He learned to work like a good peeble and pleasured Diane. Licking her sole, squirm to make a good sensation to her feet, sniff between her toes and sometimes, just stay quiet and be squished without mercy. Diane's foot overpowered the speck boy. All the time Josh feels helpless and surrended by smell and crush.
Six months squashed for hours. The pain and the pressure was imensurable. Inside shoes, mules, flip flops and socks.
Six months smeling Diane's sweated feet at the end of every single day. Six months breathing only smelly giant mature feet.
Six months licking and dinking feet sweated. Diane's feet sweat was the water of Josh body.
Six months eating Diane's toejam. The dirty of his mom's feet was his food.
Six months trapped in many types of shoes, warm and dark.

Another day started. Diane puts Josh inside her mule and goes to the work. Josh was exactly under the bottom of her mature sole, plasttered, like everyday. In her office, Diane was reading some archives and take her feet of her mule to relax. Josh was free for some moments. Then...